A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing 
All the mice were squealing in my prison cell 
And the old triangle went jingle jangle 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal 

To begin the morning the screw was bawling 
‚Get up you bowsie and clean up your cell’ 
And the old triangle went jingle jangle 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal 

The lags were sleeping, Humpy Gussy was peeping 
As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal 
And the old triangle went jingle jangle 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal 

Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women 
And among them, I wish I did dwell 
Then the old triangle could go jingle jangle 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal